Every wound on Voldemort's body streamed with blood, yet he seemed completely unaware of it. He merely lowered his head in disbelief to stare at the stone spear that had pierced straight through the Great Serpent's body.
It was not that he had never considered the possibility of being injured, but he had truly never imagined that he would be so inexplicably skewered by a stone spear.
In the surrounding void, countless green motes rose from the places where some of the death eaters, Giants, Werewolves, and Goblins had died. They greedily devoured the dense negative emotions in the air, solidified them, and vanished back into the void.
Some of the motes closest to Voldemort even greedily absorbed the black blood dripping from the sky, growing especially luxuriant.
"I finally waited for you to destroy your last Horcrux yourself, and to completely merge with the remains of those Dementors and the aura of the River of Eternal Darkness."
Harley spoke softly as she manipulated her extraordinary powers.
The seeds she had planted when Voldemort was resurrected had now fully taken root and sprouted.
Stone vines wound wildly through the Great Serpent's body. They were made of the same stone as the spear piercing the Great Serpent's heart, completely pinning Voldemort in place. Other than his head, he could not move even his tail.
Voldemort glared at Harley with hatred, as though he wanted to carve her face into his memory forever.
"You can't kill me." A moment later, Voldemort returned to human form.
His voice was weak and feeble. After all, the stone vines had transformed along with his shrinking body, leaving him unable to move even his fingertips or heels.
"On the night of my rebirth, I already told you that I have gone farther than anyone else on